Is it so easy for religion in another world to win?

Ability: Burning Blood】(expandable)

The Paladin really doesn't want to start from the bottom, because it means it will be difficult to obtain valuable intelligence in a short period of time, but since this is the arrangement of the God's Messenger, he can only accept it.

It seems that he has to find a way to make merit and get promoted quickly, otherwise he doesn't know when he will be able to wipe out this cult.

Rand could only sigh slightly, feeling that his cult development plan was a long way off.

He now has a clear timeline. Although he can't remember the details, since the Nurturing Blood Church has been breached, the next expansion pack, the War of Nations, is about to begin.

The countries that were originally full of contradictions were still in harmony because of the unified target of the Nurturing Blood Church.

Now that this target has been breached, the countries that were originally only able to shelve their disputes have immediately become a mess.

Then due to the accumulated contradictions for generations, the war will soon ignite.

At this time, this land will become a hotbed for the breeding of cults.

Rand pinched his nose. Although developing a sect felt a little bit like going backwards in history, the nobles who oppressed all living beings in this world were not much better. At least under his control, the sect could still do things according to his will.

First of all, they needed to have enough food.

Although the money problem was temporarily solved by Paladin Fugo.

Life here was still acceptable.

But sooner or later, he would eat up all the food he had, and he would be short of money. If this Paladin was really a fundamentalist fanatic of the Church of the Goddess of Abundance, if he relied entirely on his support, wouldn't he be deprived of the right to speak?

This was completely unacceptable to him.

Moreover, as a top student of the Agricultural College, he knew something about planting.

He surveyed the land near the den these days and found that it was fertile and could be planted with a little reclamation.

At least if these believers worked hard and didn't slack off, eating enough would not be a problem.

After surveying the land, he immediately arranged these seemingly weak believers to work.

Maybe due to the power of the Mother Goddess, although they are all pale and thin, their strength is not too bad.

And as Rand assigned the task, the Paladin also felt very strange.

Didn't the church say that the cultists are all vicious criminals, but now they just look like a group of hungry civilians.

Anyway, he didn't see any criminal activities.

He has become familiar with most of the people here in the past few days. Although the messenger of God is still very mysterious and it is hard to tell what he thinks every day, he has already understood other believers.

It's not that they are children who are driven out of their homes because of illness and have been living on the streets since then, or serfs who are already poor and can't survive because of the nobles' extortion and can only flee, or victims whose homes were burned down in the war and became helpless.

A group of people who already live in pain, and these people are not even as familiar with the teachings of the Goddess of Plenty as he is.

Every time he wants to show off his belief in the Goddess of Plenty, he will see these people showing confused looks.

It seems that they joined the cult just to survive.

Sometimes he couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked them indirectly.

These people really didn't seem to have done anything bad.

So do they really deserve to die? The Paladin wanted to ask them many times why they didn't go to collect the relief food from the Torch Church, but thinking of his undercover identity, he held back.

Rand certainly didn't know what Paladin Taner was thinking, otherwise he would have told him that those evil cultists were sent to see the Mother Goddess!

Chapter 3 On how cultists disguised themselves and sneaked into towns

Rand's judgment was wrong, because it took nearly a month for those who read the news to come from the Church to the towns with inconvenient transportation.

And the king of the south had already been unable to hold back and took action.

The war had already started.

The day after Rand saw his wanted order and left the town to return to his hideout, the army of the Kingdom of Lunsa in the south surrounded it.

After the army passed, in addition to the dead soldiers and the villages that were burned, killed and looted, there were still the wounded who were not dead but had no way to survive.

Once the army passes by, no matter how prosperous it was before, it will become purgatory.

The rich may be able to go to another place to spend their days in luxury, but the poor will only starve to death on the streets.

In the corners that the garrison cannot see, corpse-eating creatures gather in groups.

Beggars form gangs, and bandits occupy the mountains as kings.

There are also regular troops that are ten times or a hundred times more greedy and vicious than bandits.

Rand, who is completely unaware of the war outside, is sleeping.

These days, he has arranged for the believers to work hard on the fields.

There are also toilets to be built. The simplest composting still needs to be done, and piling feces in one place can effectively maintain hygiene.

After doing all this, the tired Rand is sleeping soundly in the sacrificial room.

At this time, a group of bandits with only a few pieces of equipment appeared outside the hideout.

The bandit leader rode a thin packhorse, holding a long sword that was already a little rusty, but looked at the village arrogantly.

This is a group of thin villagers who like to wear black robes, struggling to dig the land there.

They look very weak at first glance.

To the robbers, these people are undoubtedly fat sheep.

Although they may not be that fat, they are pale and thin, and they don't look fat at first glance.

But they must be very weak! What he likes most is to bully the weak!

Although bullying the weak goes against his previous morals, morality means nothing in the face of hunger.

They haven't had a decent meal in two days since the fighting burned their village to the ground.

Hunger will quickly wear away a person's rationality and morality.

The bandit leader called over a gray-faced young man and asked with a smile: "My child, what is your name?"

Although he felt that the uncle with the sores on his face looked very bad, he still replied seriously: "Ses, my name is Ses."

"Sess!" the bandit smiled scornfully, "call all your people out! If you have a good attitude, I can leave you some food to survive!"

...

Twelve bandits were tied to wooden posts in horror, while Rand rolled his eyes.

Fifteen cultists faced off against twelve bandits and easily won.

He really underestimated the kind-hearted cultists under his command. Although they looked thin, their fighting ability was much stronger than that of ordinary bandits.

Originally, after arranging the work of his men, he returned to the sacrifice room to sleep. After experiencing the events of being sacrificed by others and being stuck in the assembly line and using skills, he always felt that sleeping here was more peaceful.

As long as he keeps sacrificing himself, he will be immortal!

Living in the sacrificial chamber is also consistent with the temperament of a divine envoy.

Unfortunately, he didn't sleep for long before he was awakened by a noisy quarrel. Rand, who was angry after getting up, quickly walked out of the sacrificial chamber. He saw one of Serth's hands turned into a tentacle, and he cut a bald man with sores on his face. Pulled from the horse.

Why do these cultists really have sorcery? As a divine envoy, I don’t know how to do it. Now I have to meet Goddess Feng Rang and learn a lot!

Although there is no substantial benefit to be gained from sacrificing oneself now, there is no cost in meeting the Mother Goddess anyway.

He always felt that there were many uses for this sacrifice immunity ability.

He plans to develop this ability. Maybe he can learn some new skills after meeting many gods.

With Rand's arrival, the cultists present, including the paladin who didn't know that Rand knew he was a paladin, seemed to be boosted in morale.

Shout to God! Friendship! Bond! If they didn't understand what they were saying, they would beat down the gang of robbers who looked more like refugees than robbers, one by one, and then tie them to wooden pillars.

Rand sighed, puffed out his chest, and walked towards the bandit leader whose face was sore due to the wounds that had not been healed in a superior manner: "I am the envoy of the Mother Goddess. You want to see us?" Mother Goddess, the great goddess of abundance?”

The bandit leader screamed in horror.

Perhaps the fact that he still persists without incontinence has consumed all the courage in his life.

For the first time in my life, I robbed a cult den.

This life may be over, or it will end now.

"It seems that you don't want to." Rand sat on the stool that Taner very smartly moved for him. This paladin seemed to want to be promoted. "So tell me what you have done. If you are qualified, we Feng Rang The Goddess Sect also accepts people.”

Just as the leader of the robbers was about to speak, he met Rand's dark eyes that seemed to be able to see through all secrets: "Don't use lies, the mother goddess is thirsting for your flesh and blood."

He had no choice but to explain hurriedly: "Although, although we haven't done anything before, we can do very well in the future, as long as we are given a way to survive."

Rand looked at the other bandits, looking at their frail bodies. Some of them had wet marks with a fishy smell on their trouser legs.

They are definitely not professional robbers, and this den is short of people.

Why are there robbers?

Although these people look like refugees.

"We are short of slaves here." Rand smiled and patted the tower-like paladin beside him, "He will keep an eye on you."

…

"Today's lesson is how to hide one's identity in the town." Rand sat on the stone platform in the sacrifice room, holding a temporary wooden stick in his hand as a pointer.

There were a group of believers sitting cross-legged under the stage.

So who was not invited to this lecture?

It's Taner!

Tanl was not allowed to attend the course because at this time he was assigned to supervise the hard work of the bandits.

Now that there is an extra batch of manpower, land reclamation is speeding up, so we face a simple problem, there are no seeds.

Because Rand is wanted, it is quite dangerous to be out and about, so the church members need to go and buy it.

Then we have to confirm that they really have the ability to sneak into human towns.

Rand glanced downward.

Serth and Rand made eye contact.

Rand immediately understood: "You, it's you, answer my question."

"Ah?" Seth was stunned. Hasn't the lecture not started yet? Why are you asking a question?

Rand completely ignored Seth's surprise and said with a wicked smile: "If someone asked you in the town who you believe in, how would you answer?"

"The goddess of abundance! The mother of all things!" Seth replied almost reflexively.

"Wrong!" Rand shouted, and the pointer hit the ground with a thud.

"Answer it!" Rand turned to another man. This man's name was Serai. He was not as thin as Serth. He had a big frame. If he had gained nutrition, he would have been a big man. He was the one who poached the lord's rabbit before. The one who had to flee for his life.

He was obviously smarter than Seuss and replied: "Torch Goddess! The original light and heat of civilization!"

"Very good." Rand seemed to nod approvingly, "Tell Ses why you answered like that."

"Because if you say that you believe in the Goddess Fengyang, you will be hanged. People outside are all heretics and are full of hostility to us!" Serai puffed out his chest and said.

"Very good, the idea is quite good." Rand nodded in partial approval, and then said regretfully: "Unfortunately, the answer is wrong."

Selai was a little stunned and looked at Rand in confusion.

Rand shook his head slightly: "Because only registered free citizens, nobles, mages, and royal families are eligible to believe in religion and enjoy the protection and assistance of the church.

"And if you go to the towns now, you can only call yourself ordinary villagers. The villagers are not free people. They are the property of the lord and are not qualified to believe in the torch goddess."

Rand clapped his hands and said, "I know you may not understand much, but remember, if anyone asks, just say you don't know about gods or beliefs."

"Okay, get out of class is over!"

Although Paladin Taner was not lucky enough to listen to Rand's lesson about sneaking into the town in disguise, he later learned the outline of the lesson from other believers.

But he was finally able to confirm that he had come to the right place. This was indeed a cult den. At least this group of people knew that they were cultists that everyone wanted to beat.

And when he was subduing the robber, he clearly saw Seth's right hand transformed into a tentacle, and that evil power continued to stimulate his nerves as a paladin.

But now he is completely confused about his undercover plan.

These people are not evil and do not appear to be associated with other cults.

The only thing that can be said to be relatively evil at present is to turn these bandits into slaves to open up wasteland, but in fact it is not that cruel, at least they are fed.